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"Tell me again how this 'lucky stick' work?" Tovo's companion asked scratching his bald head, still confused how Tovo manages to use that seemingly mundane stick to functional effect.

The two had left the temple and Tovo accompanied his hunting companion as they walked through the village.

"For the last time, I place the stick to my forehead and focus really hard and the stick tells me what to do. Thats how I've always used the stick" 
Tovo pauses for a short second or two.
"...minus the times it does work and I didn't do anything. Those times were lucky accidents." 

"Tovo...that still does not make sense."

The goblin in question only shrugs in response and admits. "Well, even I don't know how it actually works but I won't question something that saved me from two arrows, a boar, and recently saved us from a wolf."

"Maybe we will never know what makes that thing so special."

Tovo looks down to the stick at his side. With an uncharacteristically sad look in his eyes. "I think its special cause my mother gave it to me. She...she was a really good mother." 

His companion realizes that this was a sensitive topic and tries to veer the conversation to another direction. "I'm really thankful she did give you that stick. Without it, maybe you wouldn't have been smart enough to be able to save us and capture that wolf." He replies with a half hearted chuckle.

Tovo pats his companion's back as they walk. "We captured that wolf, remember? You distracted it while I set up the attack. I mean, without your skill in looking at things angrily with your ugly face, the plan would have failed!" 

The two goblins burst into a fit of sniggering and good natured shoves. They soon part ways a short while after the conversation. With Tovo's companion heading back to his hut to rest.

Tovo wandered around the village for a little bit until he saw Taurl, Bok, and...someone he didnt recognize. He raises his hand and waves at them as he walks towards them.